Thursday, July 28, 2011

For some reason I will never understand, a nickel’s worth of candy always seemed to cost me six cents, and a ten-cent toy cost me twelve. And there I was stuck with a measly 25 cents allowance, fifteen of which my mother made me put in the bank, leaving me with only 10 cents a week in a world where everything came in multiples of six, and a crappy plastic plane that had shot straight down the sewer the first time I tried it.
One of the big kids found me there crying and fished it out with a rake.